Chapter 53 Take your woman and children and get out.
"Siyu!"
Fu Siyan walked over, looked at Fu Siyu, and said seriously, "Your attitude is wrong. Apologize."
"I didn't say anything wrong!" Fu Siyu retorted. "Xiao Chu's mother was injured, so it's wrong for her to take her bad mood out on Xiao Chu's mother!"
Fu Siyan's face immediately darkened. "Fu Siyu, apologize."
Fu Siyu pursed his lips. He was afraid of Fu Siyan, and no matter how dissatisfied he was, he didn't dare to say another word.
But he won't accept an apology!
Zhou Yu stood up, limped over to Fu Siyu, touched his face, and coaxed him softly, "Siyu, you said the wrong thing. Quickly apologize to your mother."
Fu Siyu kept his head down and remained silent.
Shen Qingshu watched the whole thing with a cold eye.
From the moment Fu Siyu stood up to speak for Zhou Yuchu, she felt disheartened by him.
I was so heartbroken that even getting angry felt pointless.
What she was thinking about was the auspicious time that the abbot of Mingyuan Mountain Temple had chosen for her mother.
Shen Qingshu withdrew her gaze, turned around, and put her mother's portrait back.
Turning around, her gaze was calm as she looked at Fu Siyan and said, "Respect the dead. You've come and you've done your act, you can leave now."
"Is everything arranged for the funeral?" Fu Siyan asked. "If you need any help, please let me know."
“Yes.” Shen Qingshu looked at him, raised her hand and pointed to the door, “Take your woman and child and get out.”
Fu Siyan's face was gloomy.
But this time he didn't say anything more, he just stared at Shen Qingshu.
A moment later, he took Fu Siyu's hand and said, "Siyu, let's go."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuchu quickly took Siyu's other hand and looked at Shen Qingshu, saying softly, "Miss Shen, we'll be leaving now. Please accept our condolences."
After she finished speaking, she gave Shen Qingshu a polite nod.
Shen Qingshu felt disgusted and turned away, wanting to avoid seeing it.
Fu Siyu was led outside by Fu Siyan, turning back every few steps.
But Shen Qingshu had her back to him and no longer looked at him.
Fu Siyu felt that his mother was different; he felt that she no longer cared about him.
But he couldn't understand why his mother, who used to put him first in everything, wouldn't even look at him anymore.
After the three of them left, Shen Qingshu raised her hand and pressed her throbbing temples.
Qiao Xingjia walked over, looking at her with concern in her eyes, "How are you? If you can't hold on, why don't you sit down for a while?"
Shen Qingshu shook her head, glanced at the time, and said, "It's almost time. Tell the staff to prepare to go to the cemetery for the burial ceremony."
Qiao Xingjia nodded and was about to call the staff when several people suddenly came in from outside.
Countless wreaths were delivered one after another.
Qiao Xingjia was dumbfounded. "What, what's going on?"
Shen Qingshu turned around and happened to see Wen Jingxi, dressed in all black, walking in.
Behind him followed a middle-aged couple with refined manners.
It was her mentor, Jiang Wenjin, and her mentor's wife, Bai Jianwen.
"Such a big thing happened and you didn't even tell me!" Wen Jingxi walked up to Shen Qingshu, frowning as he said, "Luckily I'm well-informed, otherwise if I had missed your mother's funeral today, Teacher Jiang would have scolded me to death!"
Shen Qingshu stared blankly at Jiang Wenjin and Bai Jianwen, her nose tingling with tears.
Jiang Wenjin and Bai Jianwen walked up to her, both with solemn expressions.
"You really treat your teacher like an outsider." Jiang Wenjin looked at her, her tone slightly reproachful. "A-Shu, you have indeed disappointed your teacher."
Shen Qingshu pursed her lips, holding back the tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm sorry, teacher, I..."
"Alright, alright!" Bai Jianwen stepped forward and hugged Shen Qingshu. "Silly child, your teacher was just bluffing. He's been talking about you every day for the past five years. You're his most prized student. He feels sorry for you seeing how hard you're going through. He was just saying that out of anger!"
As Shen Qingshu was held in Bai Jianwen's arms, she felt the gentle embrace of a mother, and the emotions that had been building up for days instantly erupted.
"Madam, my mother is gone..."
Bai Jianwen gently patted her back, her eyes also reddening. "Don't be afraid, child. You still have us. We don't have any children. If you're willing, we'll be your parents from now on."
Shen Qingshu buried her face in Bai Jianwen's shoulder and burst into tears.
Jiang Wenjin and Wen Jingxi stood aside, watching this scene with furrowed brows and solemn expressions.
The arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Wenjin and Wen Jingxi made the funeral less desolate.
After completing the burial ceremony at the cemetery, Shen Qingshu still had to go to Mingyuan Mountain to perform a religious ceremony for her mother.
Before her death, her mother said that Yuanshan was very powerful, and she remembered it.
Everyone accompanied her up the mountain, watching her kneel before the gods and worship devoutly.
In fact, they all know that the so-called religious ceremony is never about saving the deceased, but about saving people's attachment to the deceased.
As the abbot chanted sutras, a white butterfly flew in from outside the temple and landed on Shen Qingshu's hands, which she had placed in front of her with piety.
Shen Qingshu seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes.
The white butterfly lingered on her fingertip for only a few seconds before fluttering its wings and taking flight as her tears fell.
However, on the sixth day of the first lunar month, the snow in the city had not yet melted. White butterflies appeared out of nowhere, flew around Shen Qingshu a few times, and then flew away.
Shen Qingshu got up to chase after her, her mother's words echoing in her ears—
【Ah Shu, don't cry, don't be sad, and don't stubbornly search for me...】
Shen Qingshu stopped and watched the white butterfly slowly fly away.
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
The abbot behind him closed the scriptures.
This farewell has finally come to an end.
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Jiang Wenjin and Bai Jianwen had official business to attend to, so they couldn't stay in Beicheng for too long.
On the third day, the couple returned to Changsha together.
The previous porcelain Buddha statue had already proven Shen Qingshu's abilities, and the State Administration of Cultural Heritage officially extended an invitation to Shen Qingshu.
There are still a few artifacts that were just unearthed at the end of the year that need to be restored. Wen Jingxi will stay in Beicheng to coordinate and assist Shen Qingshu with the follow-up work.
Before leaving, Jiang Wenjin asked Shen Qingshu if she would accept the business trip.
He said, "The excavation team has discovered a site in the West City, in a rugged area. It will be a tough job, but if you can participate in this project, it will be of great help to you."
When will you go?
Jiang Wenjin said it was probably early March.
Shen Qingshu thought to herself, there are still two months left, enough time for her to complete her postpartum recovery...
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